Fate: Bwahaha!
Heeeeeeere it is! 'Jinmirai, mai satsugaisha' is finally written!
Woohoo! Now, all that's left is 'Jinmirai, mai yami'. ^^ You may
think of it as three separate 'fics or each as a part of a trilogy.

Disclaimer: Eeep. I
don't know why Takahashi-sama would want to own this creepy stuff,
but he does. *shudder* *flee*

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You perplex me.

And haunt me.

And...I don't know.

I'm not often this
confused. Not on the outside, at least. I've trained myself to hide
behind a mask of innocence, a mask I stole from one so pure and clean
that hiding is easy, and only my eyes betray me.

I respect you for
your mask, for the ease in which you switch from angel to demon,
brother to betrayer and back again. You didn't even cheat for that
mask. It was something you were born with and cultivated, with years
of long practice curing your tender soul into impenetrable toughness.

You also intrigue me,
do you know that?

When I first came
across you, your soul was supposed to be locked in the Shadow Realm,
where my beloved monsters live, the place that caged me and spawned
me and made me timeless and ageless.

Your soul? Trapped in
the Shadow Realm?

The thought amuses me
no end.

The Shadow Realm
could never truly hold you captive. You are simply too strong under
that bitter tough thickened exterior. Strong in a way that I envy,
strong in a way I could almost lust after...

What do you think, my
lovely young raven-haired, black-hearted murderer?

Shall I be as your
father confessor? Will you someday whisper your sins in my ear as I
wind my fingers in your ebony tresses? Or is this all just a fantasy,
a dream, a burst of pure savage uncontrolled feelings?

Restraint will guard
one against more than the spear that seeks to take their life, for it
may even save their soul...

I practice restraint
for no more reason than an anachronism, as I have no soul to protect
and no life to save. I while away the hours in the vast empty
darkness trying not to scream or cry or breathe or think or feel,
just to burn away the sorrows and bury my mistakes.

But what is restraint
worth, in the long run, when it will benefit me not? Does it now
serve only to alienate me from those who would stitch my tattered
soul together and resurrect my hollow life? I wonder.

I suppose you have no
need to practice restraint, as it is now your normal state of
existence. Your smoldering, crushed soul brings you restraint and
distance in everything you touch.

You will be a great
businessman someday.

You could be a
greater pharaoh.

And to think I met
you over a few silly trifles, a lark in someone else's body, a few
worthless codes. I was bored, I was restless, I was aching for
change. If I had truly wanted any of those things, I think I should
never have even gone near you.

Seshat's luck shone
upon us, dark as we are. A chance encounter, a glance from soulless
eyes, a soundless whisper from frozen lips, and suddenly an
enchantment was woven around me.

Curiouser and
curiouser. I am not usually susceptible to physical charms, though I
must confess that I enjoy the pleasures of the flesh when offered.

However, you are
striking, my young murderer.

I am unsure as to
whether your peculiar beauty is due to your looks or your soul, or
perhaps a combination of both. Whichever it is, it captivates me.

You captivate me.

I watch you from
behind Ryou's eyes sometimes. I sate myself on you, my own private
drug that affects the mind and the senses, quietly in my soul room. I
tune out Ryou's sad whispers and focus on you alone when I can't bear
the darkness anymore.

Of course there
should be a barrier between you and me, between my answers and my
questions.

I need Ryou to
survive in this day and age, naïve and bodiless as I usually am.
You need your brother equally badly, young as you are. How irksome
technicalities can be.

I wonder why I
believe that you alone can solve my problems and repair my shattered
self. It must be something more than the empathy of two murderers who
killed and delighted in it, or the catch of an eye and the tossing of
hair.

I wonder why I
believe that you would wish to come to my rescue at all. I see no
extra gleam in your masked eyes when you look at me through Ryou, nor
do I hear a difference in your changing voice. But you are the master
of illusion and the champion of disguise, and if you fear rejection
or disappointment, then I should not be so surprised at the ease with
which you slide into your camouflage as an innocent child who
unknowingly stares into the eyes of the devil.

I remember my first
glimpse of you, though, as a supposedly soulless young boy who cannot
fight back and would be putty in my cruel, bloodstained hands.

Your head lolled in
that oafish mortal's grasp and your blank eyes locked on mine, and in
a split second I saw things that no one had ever thought to share
with me, save for the infrequent tentative gestures of my hikari.

And I suddenly saw
lust and fire and life like I had never known, since you were
half-paralyzed and helpless to stop your soul from pouring out at my
feet, and I desired all that and more so badly my judgment snapped.

You saw how many I
killed that day for a taste of you, only to be thwarted. I burned and
writhed that day in my soul room, shrieking and wailing until Ryou
had to hold me down and keep me from tearing myself apart in my
madness, and pure fury ran in my veins like blood.

You are not so young
in soul, nor am I so old, as people are wont to think. We have been
kissed by the devil and are forever marked with his empty eyes and
gory hands.

My dear puzzling
murderous Mokuba, someday you and I will lead the world to madness
and death and evil, and we will champion lust and hatred and fire as
we mend each other's torn selves and rise forever into glory.

Someday soon, before
this craving turns to insanity and eternal darkness.

And may Ra help the
pitiful souls of anyone who dare part us.

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Fate: Seshat is the
goddess of fate and writing.

The White Ferret:
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